Smut. Debauchery. Depravity. These are all things you've come to expect when envisioning an afterparty. I see you're back to hear about more tales from the lock. What I'm about to disclose should never be expected. What occurred only transpired because the stars aligned, everyone was turned on, and all of us were consenting perverts. I decided to make a chaste minion's 1000 days of locked servitude festive. Being well behaved, loyal, and an utter joy to be around definitely has its perks. Remain on your knees. Let's see how much this salacious tale makes you ache.